12-04-2017, 01:09 AM
Eione
I can save you, I can take you away from here
The sun has fallen, tucked away behind the horizon with a delicate glow casting the meadow in a splendor of color. No longer does the temperature fall with it, and the gentle caress of the summer breeze weaves through the entanglement of her tousled tresses, soothing the wildness of her wayward spirit. A smile is drawn to her dark lips as her slender legs carry her through the swaying brush, tickling the underside of her barrel and eliciting a sigh of contentment from her chest. Her left ear twitches, drawn to the quiet trickling of water across smooth, mismatched stone, as she is captivated by the plethora of flora and fauna awaiting her over the crest of the hill.
When her lips take in the cold liquid, she is reminded of the ice and the snow from whence she had been born, and for a moment - a fleeting moment, but a moment nonetheless - she is taken back to her youth. To the frigidity of the mountain wind, and to the unforgiving numbness that so often settled into her then-spindly and awkward limbs if she remained still for too long. To the breast of her mother Isle, held close and dear in the darkest and coldest days of winter. To the shoulder of her father Offspring, where she was so often nestled against for warmth.
(the ice had been stripped away from him by then, replaced with the fervent fire that had carved out a hollowness in the love he and her mother once shared)
Her smile is faltering then, as the darkness of her scarlet gaze is settled upon her own reflection. From the tip of her velvet nose to the round curve of her cheek, across her hip and along her barrel, she is cloaked in white (like her mother). From end to end, she is blanketed in the darkness of her father, with the heat and intensity of his crimson gaze. A living, breathing reminder of what had long since died. A memory, and nothing more.
Her sigh is more wistful now as she pries herself away from her own image, staring out into the broad expanse of the lake that lay before her - serene, and still, just as it is.
When her lips take in the cold liquid, she is reminded of the ice and the snow from whence she had been born, and for a moment - a fleeting moment, but a moment nonetheless - she is taken back to her youth. To the frigidity of the mountain wind, and to the unforgiving numbness that so often settled into her then-spindly and awkward limbs if she remained still for too long. To the breast of her mother Isle, held close and dear in the darkest and coldest days of winter. To the shoulder of her father Offspring, where she was so often nestled against for warmth.
(the ice had been stripped away from him by then, replaced with the fervent fire that had carved out a hollowness in the love he and her mother once shared)
Her smile is faltering then, as the darkness of her scarlet gaze is settled upon her own reflection. From the tip of her velvet nose to the round curve of her cheek, across her hip and along her barrel, she is cloaked in white (like her mother). From end to end, she is blanketed in the darkness of her father, with the heat and intensity of his crimson gaze. A living, breathing reminder of what had long since died. A memory, and nothing more.
Her sigh is more wistful now as she pries herself away from her own image, staring out into the broad expanse of the lake that lay before her - serene, and still, just as it is.
@[Amet] idk what this is but I want to hoard you so